As the years have rolled on Nerdanel's fire has grown quieter and sadder. With every tale of death and woe, she withdraws further away from society, hiding behind the protection of the eccentric artist.
She always has a smile for her family, is always welcoming, but it is rare indeed now to see her at functions and parties and after the War of Wrath she no longer comes to Court.
When Arafinwe comes she ushers him in to sit down and makes him tea. Indeed she is pouring him a cup when he says that.
For a long moment she freezes, and then just before the cup can overflow she sets the pot down with a sharp noise.
"Surely you must have misheard" she says, almost lightly. "I am sure I would only be an imposition."
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Date: 2020-08-20 12:26 am (UTC)She always has a smile for her family, is always welcoming, but it is rare indeed now to see her at functions and parties and after the War of Wrath she no longer comes to Court.
When Arafinwe comes she ushers him in to sit down and makes him tea. Indeed she is pouring him a cup when he says that.
For a long moment she freezes, and then just before the cup can overflow she sets the pot down with a sharp noise.
"Surely you must have misheard" she says, almost lightly. "I am sure I would only be an imposition."